I wake and the world has not changed since last I looked The world wakes looks at me and says What are you still doing there waiting for the world to change? (D. James)… more →
Disposable Poetrywrote 1 year ago: I wake and the world has not changed since last I looked The world wakes looks at me and says What a … more →
wrote 1 year ago: What I remember are images The words are gone and live a life of their own They never call me nor wr … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Eros is sore EL SEBBO … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Delicate isn’t my name and yet I am moved by the imbecile gently led by his father down the st … more →
wrote 1 year ago: but we sure wish there was EL SEBBO … more →
wrote 1 year ago: I shot the box of Rice Krispies stabbed the Fruit Loops and strangled with bare hands the Raisin Bra … more →